Ain’t nothing better than hoppin’ in a Cessna-150 for a cheeky ride over the Channel to hit the shops, it works a fine treat with the women. Anyone can ride around in modded shitbox with an oversized exhaust but poppin to Calais for a cheeky brew in a plane just cuts a shade further than the Coleman’s mustard.
Besides that, paying Carling’s Reading Festival a visit from 3000 feet can always impress, especially hittin a 100knot turn at 75 degrees. Shouts to jg
Photo: Carling Festival, Reading, 3000 feet, UK (2010)
In other news, if you’re partial to destroying your ears with drum n bass filthier than Zero’s mum in bed, you should probably give Callide a listen to.
